The Puppet
THE PUPPET I CREATED IS NO MORE,
LEAVING IT HAD NO REASON FOR.
MAYBE IT WANTED TO BE REAL,
WANTED TO LIVE AND FEEL.
THE STRINGS IT HAS TORN,
EASILY DONE BEING OLD AND WORN.
IT LEFT NO NOTE OR LETTER,
MAYBE IT'S DEPARTURE WAS FOR THE BETTER.
THE STAGE IS EMPTY AND LIFELESS,
FILLED ONLY WITH THE LEFTOVER EMPTYNESS.
WANTING TO BE REAL IT DIDN'T SEE,
THERE WAS NOTHING MORE REAL THAN SHE.
Copyright © Hector Leyva | Year Posted 2011
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